Jean-Jacques Goldman — Long Is the Road (Américain) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Long Is the Road (Américain)" by Jean-Jacques Goldman.
Lyrics
Dum dum da de dum da de dam dam…
Au-delà de nos vents, passée notre frontière
Dans ces pays soleil de sable et de pierre
Là où malgré les croix et malgré les prières
Les dieux ont oublié ces maudites terres
Dans sa pauvre valise, ses maigres affaires
Une histoire banale d’homme et de misère
Il tient dans sa chemise ses ultimes richesses
Ses deux bras courageux, sa rude jeunesse
Et tout contre sa peau, comme un trésor inca
Son nom sur un visa pour les U.S.A
But long is the road
Hard is the way
Heavy my load
But deep is my faith
Long is the road
Sur des highway sixty one, l’ombre d’un Zimmerman
Dix trains de losers pour un Rockfeller
Brûler sa peau pour etre un Battling Joe
Quand chaque espoir se décline en dollars
Jusqu’aux bannières où les stars s’affichent
Sous les lumières, tout est blanc, propre et riche
Du «jeudi noir» jusqu’aux bleus de John Ford
Dans chaque histoire se cache un chercheur d’or
But long is the road (Américain)
Hard is the way (Américain)
Heavy my load (Américain)
But deep is my faith
Long is the road
Lyrics translation
Dum Dum yes Dum yes dam dam…
Beyond our winds, past our border
In these countries sand and stone Sun
Where in spite of the crosses and in spite of the prayers
The gods have forgotten these cursed lands
In his poor suitcase, his meager belongings
A banal story of Man and misery
He holds in his shirt his ultimate riches
His two brave arms, his harsh youth
And all against his skin, like an inca treasure
His name on a visa to the U. S. A
But long is the road
Hard is the way
Heavy my load
But deep is my faith
Long is the road
On Highway sixty one, the Shadow Of A Zimmerman
Ten trains of losers for a Rockfeller
Burning his skin to be a Battling Joe
When every hope comes down to dollars
Up to the banners where the stars are displayed
Under the lights, everything is white, clean and rich
From "Black Thursday" to John Ford's Blues
In every story hides a gold digger
But long is the road (American)
Hard is the way (American)
Heavy my load (American)
But deep is my faith
Long is the road